Summary
I set up a fortune-telling stall in the East Market, with one selling point: cheap.
Three coins for a palm reading, five coins to change your romantic fate, and ten coins for a guaranteed compliment.
That was until a richly dressed man sat down in front of me.
He held out his hand and asked, “How long will I live?”
The moment I heard that imperial “I,” my legs nearly buckled.
Just to get him to leave quickly, I shut my eyes and made something up on the spot.
“Your Highness, you’ll have a blood-soaked disaster tonight.”
He laughed.
“And if I don’t?”
I blurted out at once, “Then I’ll refund your ten coins.”
That night, the Crown Prince was attacked by assassins.
The next day, he came back to my stall with injuries on his body.
“What will you predict today?”